Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.